mission accomplished
After fighting through crowds at the Short Hills mall, I have returned victorious: I am now a Lexus, car commercial deal, and another Fendi bag away from being Regina from "Mean Girls." If you know what that means, then you know what I finally bought.Samantha from "Sex and the City" was right--handbags really are to women what balls are to men. After realizing how easy it was to buy one (a quick swipe of the debit card), I suddenly had a rush and felt like I had to clear out my account for handbags and shoes. I went to Tiffany's actually planning on buying something, then moved onto Neiman Marcus. So many designers. Sooo...can't afford it.
New rule: only go to Short Hills every 6 months so my checking account can heal.
To be honest, the bag is more like a replacement for the puppy I can't have. I even chose a bag the same color as the puppy: a deep chocolate brown. Of course, the dachshund didn't have F's all over it, though I'm sure some posh anal-retentive 5th avenue socialite has had that done to her poor dog. Even so, I was 10 times happier during those 20 minutes with the puppy than I am with the bag I've always wanted. This is why I'm majoring in English: no matter how much I try to convince myself I'm materialistic and cold, something always comes along and bashes it. I can't keep up the image for long.
In other news, my sister came home from school today carrying the Christmas gifts her friends had bought her. Most of them were body products. Now here's the thing: why is it that even when we know we have enough shower gels and lotions to moisturize a thousand camels, that we still think it's a good idea to buy these things for other people? Why do we continue buying them for ourselves and get all excited when we receive them? Why do I keep collecting them? I think this is the biggest unsolved mystery ever.
Oh, and in addition to the body stuff, I saw a scroll at the bottom of her bag tied with ribbon and a candy cane. At first I thought it was a love letter, so of course I decided to open it up and snoop before Jen got a chance to see what I was doing. As I slowly unraveled it, I saw a word flashing up at me in bold print:
Christianity (followed by passages starting from Exodus)
How disappointing. Imagine if you found that in your stocking after being hyped up about gifts for weeks. On one hand, it's true that Christmas is probably the best time for evangelism, but on the other hand, come on nowww.... At least there was a candy cane.
I saw "Memoirs of a Geisha" today, and I have to say, it would've been a lot better directed by Ang Lee. Then again, I'm a sucker for visual effects and good coloring. The accents were not a problem, surprisingly. And I love Gong Li--bitchiness and all. If you read the book, you might be a little disappointed because the author did a great job detailing some brilliant imagery, and the movie kinda diminishes that. One good thing was that the director followed the book very closely, and there aren't any scenes that make you wonder where they came from.
posted by Tiffany @ 11:03 PM
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